Snow

I love to peek out through the windows at night and watch the snow flakes dancing wildly with the wind under the orange street lights. I eagerly crawl into my warm quilt to read, or lie down beside the fire place, listening to the firewood bursting sparks like a shooting stars and rubbing Jason's little feet.

I love to sit alone by the Tim Horton’s huge window on the third floor of Calgary downtown’s Bankers Hall, facing giant black glass windows of Dome Tower across the street. Snow flakes fluttering quietly and thawing on Stephens Avenue, only coffee steam is sizzling up.

I love to be the first skier on a ski run covered by an overnight fresh snow, and it makes me feel like Heli-skiing, drawing huge S on the soft white blanket, descending from the blue sky.
I love to hear the whooping sound when my skis brush the snow powder to the air, and I love to see the sun light shines through the powder into my eyes. I also love to fall freely when skiing on a quiet run, and I will lie down and let the snow thaw on my face and mouth, listening the wind blowing through the evergreens. A heavenly peace filling my heart, I praise the Lord and I pray with tears and thankfulness.

I love to cook delicious dishes all day, while the snow is burying our home. I always get excited to see friends showing up at the door for dinner, with the snow all over their coats and hats, bringing the fresh crispy air into the warm atmosphere that is filled with the smell of curry lamb, apple pie and red wine.

I love to wake up in the morning and hear the local radio warning people not to go to work due to a heavy snow fall. I always get delighted to have the accidental day off, to see neighbors coming out of their hibernation shells, busy shoveling the snow and helping to push the stuck cars.

I love snow and I will miss it so much. I also know I will love deserts and Persian Gulf.

(The first two pictures were taken in White Fish, Montana March 2009.)